Verses to a YOUNG LADY, on the Charms of her Voice

Thy tuneful pipe, fair H—v—d, flows Like Daulia's, in the shade; My heart with ardent rapture glows At thy sweet serenade.

Ah! melody to thee belong, In thee it does reside; The sweet effluvia of thy tongue, Shall ever be my pride.

Enterpe's child, fair maid, thou art; And sure my only care; Thy voice it strikes like Cupid's dart, My charming, lovely fair.

Then fill thy lover's heart with bliss With thy enchanting strain; Ah! all I ask of thee is this, To ease me of all pain.

Then doubly tune thy plaintive tale, And rid me of all strife; O let me on thy charms regale, And make me blest for life.